Do not go gentle into middle age

don't be like William's robin in a cage

stay boisterous, putting heaven in a rage

don't have a perm, watch bargain hunt and don't wear beige.

Please don't compare me to a summer's day

it's winter now, I'll soon be on my way.

The gales are blowing and the lightning's bright.

Rebellious, I'll go walking into this bad night.

Heaven may not have anything to show more fair

but time is running out so I don't care.

A rose by any other name would still smell sweet

put stinging nettles in your hair and have bare feet.

Don't wander quietly into the half light.

Take all the risks you can, fight the good fight.

And me, well I'll be tramping over muddy hills

in hob-nailed boots, stamping on all those wretched daffodils!

(just kidding)